Sunday, October 10, 2021

Precious Fireworks

 

the morning is fruitful, melancholic, the seas rushing into islands.

opened too early, what is youth like—are minds rested?

many sticks and stones, many forbidden reasons, many don’t follow the formula—

with venom, as acidic, to hate self—a grinning woman, proud to be—in a given exhilaration.

so much cursing, so long at it, nails done, hat tilted, toes with language—as multiplied, like most are unfit, like most are unsteady.

I saw Love, sick in feelings, Love, buried inside, Love.

playing fidgets, unrelaxed, at present, feeling some type of way.

one learns to watch, remain cordial, most forget their reflection. we don’t give unbaked instructions. we don’t ask a child to be grown. we don’t ask for undue fidelity. many ears perk up, many emotions wrangle us, while most ask for something impossible.

so revved inside, like flying inside, contemplating a person dripping into integrity. to supply what’s needed, getting raw and weeded, laughing at the good times.

her hair is done, her dress is fitted, her Versace glasses just fell—

upon a leather couch sits a Prada bag, we try for peace, Love is expensive—for a man earning a given amount,

saved all month, save for eating and gas. many favors, feline perfection, precious fireworks.         

PS.

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